poems by Olaf Korder date his voice really had such a boyish tone that almost scorched my telephone we made an appointment for half past eight so now i am waiting for my date in a downtown bar i happen to know with fifteen minutes or more to go. someone enters and shuts the door would that be him, did we speak before? by the time i order my third glass of beer it's really getting crowded in here two girls giggling, screaming with laughter students behaving increasingly dafter meanwhile the clock shows way past ten i decide i've done tonight with men i scorn myself for being so blind till he has finally left my mind

just just being near you once in a while to hear your voice see how you move along the room allowed to touch you feeling that you care about me

the sky the sky was dark and the clouds broke and the rain poured down and i fled into McDonald's and walked past people steaming and sat at the table of a young man and i warmed my hands and throat with hot coffee and my eyes and heart at the guy sipping coke and i looked at his flashing teeth biting into a burger and i observed the chewing of his jaws and i saw his tongue licking his lips and i knew of the softness of his body and i wanted to stroke his hair and skin and i sought the depth of his eyes and longed for his voice and then i took a bite from my applepie and hot juice squirted on the boy's face and i stammered sorry and he said hey motherfucker, look what y're doin'